Mp3 List Archive

Nov 28, 2011

[1st Verse : Yasiin Bey]
Fix up, look sharp, yo
I resolve, me and mine involved
A lot of cats talk live, they ain't live at all
Sideline check, hush when it's time to ball
Said you was charged an' all, I'm surprised at y’all
You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
But weigh it up, duke your power ain’t a ounce of mine
You're down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
Pull down ya blinds, shade them out or shine
Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
Say Black Star, great things sprout to mind
Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
Beautiful and fantastic things
Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
Don't call it a comeback, I was home anyway
Ain't missed a measure for all any time we been away
Travelling man I carry home with me every day
Bey, slim body push heavy weight
Fix up look sharp, elevate
And I don't mean Copperfield or David Blaine
We on solid ground and far above the clouds
Black Star

[2nd Verse : Talib Kweli]
The wait is over, or is it overweight
The game is bloated, there's no escape
They sub-standard, we substantial
We got the great names, they got them love handles
We slimming down, trim the fat
Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
You talking this and that, simmer down
Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
You doubted us, but you're still hating – wow, I'm proud of ya!
Committed to your cause and it's caused you to be a sourpuss
Ain't a number that could measure your level of cowardice
You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don't get out enough
Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
You trying to bust, you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug
The populace is ignorant thank you for reminding us
Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards
Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra

[3rd Verse : Both]
Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art
Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon
Shut down Babylon, smash all automaton
Feel the beat, got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con
Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk, rocket launch
Ali right cross knock they choppers off
Kweli and Mr. Bey, fresh not from concentrate
Looking very sharp today – thank you brother, Danke Schoen
Crowd working more than German engineering
And all the frequency they thought they hear the interference
Flashes of the spirit
Seekers of the clearing
They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror
Look, in that window is a freedom fighter's grandson
Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate
Messiah, pariah, the leader of the syndicate
Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship
Same rows, two sides, palaces and tenements
Dispossesed made a tongue noble open the lonely heart
Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart
Come together